Irezlie
Four poems;
The Cliff
The Sailor in the Sea
The Man in the Jungle
The Man in a suit of Armour
(With two endings)
By Laura Young
Irezlie
by Laura Young
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Some words before you read
To those that read Irezlie at its weakest point.
You were the reason, it became as it is.
Irezlie or the form of the poetry refers to herself as It for the first couple poems. To lessen up the reader's confusion I just wanted to share this with you.
How you comprehend pass the It is up to you the reader.
Thanks for reading,
Laura Young
The Cliff
It spins,
It glides,
in graceful circles.
Its wings shining ablaze,
in silvery moonlight.
Seductively catching his gaze,
with balletic and blithe movements,
while luring him into the trap.
It knows of Its beauty,
the smirk on Its face proof.
His eyes brightly shining
the man walks into the trap.
He loses all of his senses,
sees only one thing.
Walking forward
the man sets his stones in place.
Smiling It raises its arm
up into the air.
Motioning to the man.
Beckoning,
taunting him.
He comes forward.
Footsteps ring in his ears.
Eyes glittering wickedly,
It led him to the ledge.
The man kept walking toward It.
No second thoughts.
So he fell.
Smiling, Its wings ablaze,
once again.
It watched the prey,
as he fell in a downward spiral
to the ocean.
Smiling It flew away
into the moonlight.
The Sailor in the Sea
The boat rocks
back and forth.
The lines have been empty
all day.
Not a single fish
for his poor starving family.
Sighing, the Sailor
lay back on the boat.
The moon was full,
giving off plenty of light to see.
As seconds passed the light
seemed to grow brighter.
The boat rocked
back and forth
swaying on
the waves.
It stared at him,
as he lay asleep.
A strong will he had,
dependable and caring.
Grinning widely
It licks its lips.
It lands on the boats ledge,
lurching the boat around.
Awakening the sailor.
He jumps up.
Above hims stands
a creature,
of pure beauty.
“A Goddess you must be!”
he exclaims.
The Goddess only nods her head,
licks her dark red lips.
“Will you please help
my poor starving family?”
Landing on his knees before her,
he bows his head.
Smiling angelically,
It floats higher into the air.
Holding its hands up
into the starless sky,
towards the full moon.
He lifts his head,
to admire the Goddess,
with her alluring aura.
Standing up he sets his stones
into place
like the many men before him.
Walking to the edge of the boat,
a single thought,
caught his attention.
‘What about your,
poor
starving
family?’
But the Goddess
tilts her head.
He loses all thoughts,
but for one.
Lifting his foot
he steps off the boat.
The sea closes up
around him.
Filling his nose, throat, and lungs.
Smiling he waited
for his Goddess to come.
Even as his vision turned black.
Smiling It rose above the boat,
while bubbles came up.
He drowned.
His soul giving It power.
Its skin glowed,
eyes flashed.
Before It flew back,
toward the moon.
The Man in the Jungle
For he was the man in the jungle!
Not afraid,
unsure,
terrified,
or scared.
Ever!
Not of snakes, lions, tigers, or bears.
Walking through weed after weed,
some smelled bitter
others sweet.
Wrinkling his nose,
the man in the jungle
walks over to a stream.
The water was
cold on his face
and throat.
It stood on a mighty tree.
Watching
the man walk through
the jungle.
He was a
determined and brave soul.
A powerful combination.
His will
dripped from him.
It would have
his life by the
end of the night.
One way or another.
Launching upwards,
It flew away.
To wait for the full moon
to show itself.
So It could
take the life force
and live to another moon.
The night was the most
disturbing time.
Bugs screeched,
animals howled,
leaves rustled.
A person could never tell
how far away they were.
The man in the jungle,
slept in a shallow cave.
There was an opening in the back
but he knew better
than to check for what was back there.
The moon gave enough light to see
the cave outline.
It watched.
Then it flew.
It stood
in the entrance
of the cave.
It walked fo
rward,
to the man
who slept in a simple blanket.
The man in the jungle
was confused.
The cave was filled
with light.
Too much light
for a cave.
It stood over him.
It blinked,
then smiled
at him.
It knew the second
he fell.
It felt fate pull,
as the stones
set
into place.
The man in the jungle,
had never seen
anything
so dangerous.
yet beautiful at the same time.
The words;
brave,
courageous,
fearless,
spoke in his mind,
in a sweet voice.
It smiled
as he followed.
Like a child
wanting a treat.
His footsteps echoed
off the cave walls.
The man in the jungle
thoughts grew hazy.
“A drug
of some kind,
the only thing
possible
to make me see
such beauty.”
It led him through,
the cave halls.
Never taking its eyes off of him.
To do something
like that
would snap the prey
awake.
He’d fight her off,
and that could not happen,
It thought grimly.
A howling filled the cave.
The beautiful creature went all the way to the back,
to the other side of the cave.
She taunted him
to catch her
if he could.
His eyes,
were only on one thing,
so when the angry mother bear,
attacked him he didn’t see it.
The man in the jungle,
was killed
fast.
And his throat,
torn out
by the bear.
Blood flowing around him,
warm and sticky.
Yet he had the smile
of a fool
the whole time.
Glowing greatly,
It rose.
It would travel
For new prey.
These ones, It thought
with a scowl,
are becoming repetitive.
Losing their fill.
The full moon
swallowed it whole.
The Man in a suit of Armour
Part One
The Tower in a Castle
The man in his suit
walked up the stairs,
to the 42nd floor.
Instead of taking the elevator
he walked,
it gave him purpose.
He would not walk
into anyone,
nor get stuck in conversations,
that would put him
to sleep.
He wouldn’t have to chance,
seeing the Dragon Lady.
His boss,
who took any
opportunity
to mock an employee,
trying to goad them
into quitting.
Or make them fight back,
so she could
fire them.
The man in his suit,
smiled grimly.
He was close to getting
the job.
To free everyone from the,
Dragon’s sharp claws
and fiery breath.
Opening the door he entered
the office.
People nodded,
said their hellos.
Would these people
like him anymore if he
became their boss?
Or would they
hate and ignore him?
Sitting down,
he opened his briefcase.
Inside was a picture
from his five year old
daughter.
He stood beside her,
their stick figures holding circular hands.
Her mother wasn’t in the picture,
she had died
recently.
Leaving him alone with Alice.
She was his only reason
for living.
Taking a piece of tape
he hung it to the wall
next to the other
pictures his daughter
had drawn.
Part Two
A Palace of Mirrors
Irezlie stood before a mirror,
her skin was losing
its bright glow.
Her eyes becoming
lifeless and dull.
She’d have to
feed again.
Tomorrow, when the moon was full.
She would die without it.
The curses power
lay tattooed on her chest
forming erotic
swirls and lines.
Binding her to
the moon and its
evil glow.
Until she found
true love
or was killed.
She would have to keep killing
for souls
to continue living.
Her hair spun
was into a braid
by unseen hands.
A dress,
of the finest
gold and silver
with an under hint
of blue,
appeared on her naked form.
Fitting her perfectly,
as it always did.
Somehow the curse knew
when she needed something.
If she didn’t do as it wanted
intense pain would surround her.
Her mind would blank.
Anything she’d normally do
would intensify ten fold.
When only one died
when she went willing
hundreds would die
if she ignored its call.
She had once wiped
a whole village
from the face of the Earth.
Ever since
she went willingly.
Part Three
Oh Moon Why must you do this?
The Office became dark,
he flicked the light off.
The full moon,
lit the room.
The moon was brighter
than normal.
He had to work late again,
work to gain
his advancement.
His daughter
was at her Aunts tonight.
Something they both
loved.
It gave him a break
to think without
worrying for her every second.
She watched him
as he left
His soul was powerful,
the strongest,
she’d seen.
She knew,
he was the one that
brought her to life again.
Even if she never saw him before,
her heart
called out to him.
Tears swelled up
into her eyes.
She knew if she killed him,
nothing,
absolutely nothing,
could bring her back to life.
The curse demanded a soul.
The man walked,
into a flowery park,
he sat on a bench,
he laid his hands
on his face.
Strong feelings came off him.
Landing in front
of him.
He didn't move
for a few seconds.
Even though he knew
she stood there
he didn’t look up.
He kept his hands in his face,
the pain in his chest
too much to stand.
Whoever stood in front of him
would leave eventually,
hopefully.
When the breathing across from him
continued
he looked up.
A beautiful lady stared at him,
her eyes trapped him
into their depths.
Standing up he walked to her.
She let him touch her face.
A strange look passed
across her face.
The man walked to her,
grabbed her face.
His hands were
strong.
A tug at her heart,
pain
crossed her face.
She pushed him away,
and he fell down,
back onto the bench,
Confusion crossed his face.
She lurched upward,
away from this man
To take another victim.
A month from then, though,
she would have to kill him,
take away his soul.
The curse would demand it,
force her to do it.
The pain would consume her,
wrapping around her torso,
making her scream,
cry out,
because of what it does to her.
She tried to turn
her heart to
stone,
and failed.
Part Four
Ending One
The Ground Shakes and the Sky Lights up
A month had passed,
and the man could think of
only one thing.
His family
knew something was wrong.
The questioning looks
met only with his
dark glares.
When he was moody to them
and talked only
to his daughter.
She saw nothing wrong,
continued
to act as she
always did.
When a sword of iron
arrived one night
in a package,
she only smiled,
and asked for one for herself.
He worked in his free time,
improving his skills,
learned many years ago.
This fey,
would die
by his hands.
Never again to do whatever,
murderous things
it did.
It had come on the full moon
it would come again.
It left him once
but the challenge
would call and beckon
It forward.
Tonight her blood
would run thickly
and greatly,
across the blade of his sword.
The sun sank away,
showing the full moon.
As it became
brighter and brighter,
she rose up.
The moon
her only background.
She closed her eyes,
let the curse guide her
until she stood
once again in the park.
The man sat on the bench.
His head leaning back,
showing off his long pale neck.
If she were a vampire
she’d be in love.
Landing in front of him,
she stood there,
with a frown
her eyes sad.